As the houses get empty The streets begin to fill I can't see inside the mind Of the person who gets to decide Who deserves to live inside It's life and death The problem is cosmetic We must not get it As the heart gets empty It's easier to kill If we can't see trash on the street And we don't see folks on the street We live a lie that's safe and clean It's life and death The problem is cosmetic It's life and death It's life and death